Sonnet for A String Instrument
Some came to earth blessed with silver spoon,
Others are astute like Aristotle,
Some dressed to the nines, mingle with rich boon,
Others graced with demure, pure as crystal
While God gave everyone their own bidding
Of talents and things that bring them great joy,
To me empty wit are just masks hiding
Your true self, a rather deceptive ploy
Riches be stolen, designers be labelled-torn,
Sweet cravings satisfy less, gold may lose its glow,
Despite what the lackadaisials say
Live life a vagabond, judged all the way,
The strum of my guitar makes a clown weep,
Its vibe acoustics breathe life to a creep
Others are astute like Aristotle,
Some dressed to the nines, mingle with rich boon,
Others graced with demure, pure as crystal
While God gave everyone their own bidding
Of talents and things that bring them great joy,
To me empty wit are just masks hiding
Your true self, a rather deceptive ploy
Riches be stolen, designers be labelled-torn,
Sweet cravings satisfy less, gold may lose its glow,
Despite what the lackadaisials say
Live life a vagabond, judged all the way,
The strum of my guitar makes a clown weep,
Its vibe acoustics breathe life to a creep
3 comments:
its a very beautiful and meaningful poem - you wrote them ?
hi Ah Ngao! ( i wonder if that's ur actual name? ;-) ) i haven't thank u properly for following my blog. Thanks!
Yes, i wrote this poem..it's a sonnet actually. thanks for the compliment :-) really appreciate it.
hi Cyntasez,its my pleasure.Ah Ngao is just my bloggy name.Paul is my actual name.feel good to drop by and blah blah.you have a nice weekend..
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